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Post by seamusthesheepdog on Oct 4, 2016 20:52:38 GMT
That was a Rick reference. I have since noticed that it may possibly also mean something naughty, though I'm not sure what, not sure I need to know, and I assure you I was wholly ignorant of it at the time. Ah, I don't think I even knew he had an album called that.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Oct 5, 2016 2:33:15 GMT
I had a lovely dream just last night where I won a contest, and I got to meet a 2007-ish Ricky. Me and the other lucky ones headed onto what we presumed was a sailboat of his (an older green and wooden one) and chatted for the day as we toured his vessel. It was such a nice experience; he was so sweet and kind. I felt quite sad to wake up.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Nov 27, 2016 0:04:53 GMT
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was backstage somewhere at a Pink Floyd reunion concert, and I ran into Roger! We said hello and I pulled out a Meddle CD, and he got a marker out of his pocket to sign it. He was just about to write "What a terrible album. - Roger Waters" on it, but then he asked me whether or not he ever worked on Meddle, as he forgot. I told him he had, and he omitted the "terrible album" bit and just signed his name. Oh, Rog! If it had been DB or AMLoR he were signing (which would be just silly ), he would've wrote that it was a bad album as a joke just because he never worked on it! What a guy!
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Post by The Lunatic on Nov 27, 2016 13:39:32 GMT
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was backstage somewhere at a Pink Floyd reunion concert, and I ran into Roger! We said hello and I pulled out a Meddle CD, and he got a marker out of his pocket to sign it. He was just about to write "What a terrible album. - Roger Waters" on it, but then he asked me whether or not he ever worked on Meddle, as he forgot. I told him he had, and he omitted the "terrible album" bit and just signed his name. Oh, Rog! If it had been DB or AMLoR he were signing (which would be just silly ), he would've wrote that it was a bad album as a joke just because he never worked on it! What a guy! I would cherish Roger's autograph even if he wrote something derogatory about my favourite album (or my third favourite [Atom Heart Mother], which seems likely).
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Post by The Lunatic on Jan 8, 2017 14:22:36 GMT
After my alarm (the 'Cloudless every day' bit of 'Echoes', best alarm EVER ) went off, I fell back asleep and couldn't stop dreaming of the Floyd. - Some photo shoot in which they were all pretending to be Scarecrows, and I'm pretty sure Rick was a woman (I apologise on behalf of my subconscious) - I interviewed Nick, who was quite friendly and chatty, and Roger, who utterly ignored me and stated off into space the whole time - Something that ended up with Nick in drag, in a waitress costume of all flipping things! (Short blue dress, with a white blouse and apron. Once again, I apologise on behalf of my subconscious) - Playing 'Echoes' on the tabletop, and discovering that different areas of the table would produce different frequencies, and by hitting it just right I got guitars and pianos and everything.
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Post by The Lunatic on Jan 12, 2017 13:16:05 GMT
I put the beans in the pressure-cooker and 'Pow R Toc H' started playing. It had an octave drone bassline (even though it doesn't really, but the Floyd used them quite a few times so I must have got muddled). Then it turned, naturally, into 'Careful With That Axe, Eugene' (which does have a notable octave drone bassline). Then I was in the video, which was taking place on the Pink Floyd starship, and was utterly silly*. I was leaning over Roger's shoulder, looking at some bad sketches of mine which were sitting on the table. 'They're not my best work,' said I, ruefully, and 'No, they're not,' Roger agreed. Nick was sitting on the table 'helping' Rick play organ parts, and just then David, who was sort of Captain Roger's lieutenant, came running in from the control room with a report on the ship's attitude. Roger said something stupid, and I tried to tell him to shut up, but autocorrect kept autocorrecting 'Rog' to 'Rig' (true story). And then, just as the dream was going to get interesting... MY ALARM WENT OFF Next have I hated hearing the third verse of 'Echoes' so much! *Probably inspired by a very silly drawing of mine in which the Floyd are in a starship and Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun. {Spoiler}
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Post by The Lunatic on Apr 4, 2017 12:55:31 GMT
I dreamt that I took a look at the headlines and saw Pink Floyd guitarist dies at age 60*
And I was like I was in denial. 'Dave can't be dead! He can't be!' and sobbing and the whole nine yards... and then I woke up and thought, 'Wait a minute: if that was a dream, does this mean he's still alive? Oh god, please let David still be alive...' *He's 71 but whatevs
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Post by The Lunatic on Apr 21, 2017 1:10:19 GMT
I dreamt that I had a David Gilmour Signature Stratocaster, and was, of course, shamelessly showing it off to everyone within eye- and ear-shot. *droooooooooooooooooooool* €-: ... Then, after my 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond' alarm went off, I dreamt I was playing the whole rest of the song on my guitar. Then I was drumming along with it with pencils, and this chap who does grand Floyd covers on YouTube was there, playing along and giving me drum advice (because he's a much better drummerer than I, occourse).
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Post by Mad Bugger on May 21, 2017 4:38:28 GMT
I had another one a week or so ago. Warning: it is a little sad. I was watching tv, and the Floyd was on in an interview of sorts. It was apparently currently the seventies, and in this alternate universe, Syd was still in the group (however, he acted very strangely ). I looked at Rick, and he appeared to be very ill: He was pale, and his hair was thinning. David, Nick, and Roger then went on to explain that Rick had cancer, and that Pink Floyd would soon be no longer.
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Post by Mad Bugger on Oct 9, 2017 3:52:00 GMT
The Lunatic and I were watching some sort of Floyd footage, along with some other people (maybe seamusthesheepdog?) in a small theatre-type room. We were sitting/standing in the isles (not sitting on the chairs, of course, that would be ridiculous ), and suddenly a cute shot of 1967/68-ish Rick came on screen. I immediately said: "Silly Girl!* Rick!" very excitedly. Loony then whipped her head around to face me, smiled in the most happy way, and whipped her head towards the screen to catch a glimpse of everyone's favourite keyboarding Floyd. *Whoever that is. But, she kind of reminded me of The Lunatic. Huh.
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Post by The Lunatic on Nov 11, 2017 20:03:12 GMT
I had such a lovely Floydy dream this morning... it took place around 1968, I'd say, and I was partly myself, but playing David Gilmour. If Syd was around, he was only barely there, and he faded out long before the end of the dream. We were in a hotel, and we had a show that evening, and were doing things; I don't remember this part very well but it was peacefully uneventful. Anyway, eventually it was time for the show, and we were walking out into the carpark when I said, 'Wait a minute -- where's Rick?' No one had seen him for a couple of hours. Well, I went back to look for him; I distinctly remember having to push through a crowd in the doorway who were wanting me to do something for them, and I had no idea what they were talking about but I suspected that they were smoking pot, or worse, and I wanted no part of it. Anyway, I digress. I went asking around, inquiring of people, 'Have you seen Richard Wright?' and then having to describe him to people who had no idea who I was talking about, 'Well, he's about my height, sort of small, quiet chap, longish hair, pretty eyes, colourful clothes... he's our keyboardist, we're in a rock band, see, and we've got a show in half an hour...' Eventually I just was wandering round the courtyard out behind the hotel, alternately calling his name and asking somewhat rhetorically, 'Where's Rick? Where's Rick...?' and some blessed soul (face and identity a blur, but they seemed to be a largish female figure) pointed down the hill to the little street below, and I spotted him there, watching a small parade march or somesuch which seemed to be taking place (I thought it was a LGBTQ+ pride parade, but as I got closer I remembered it was only 1968, after all, and it was actually some sort of Beatley event, with people wearing Sgt Pepper costumes ). I thanked the stranger profusely and took off down the hill. As I ran up to him he met me in an embrace, which we managed to make last a jolly good long time. I believe sweet nothings were murmured, as well as 'Oh, I'm so glad I've found you, I thought you were dead and gone or disappeared forever generally and you scared me and whatever happened to you anyway?' and I didn't care what people thought about two dandy young gents embracing like long-lost lovers (which we may have been, who knows? My subconscious, it seems, ships Rick and David even more than my waking mind does ). He explained that he had gone exploring earlier, had something to eat, gotten somewhat lost, and then fallen asleep -- and when he woke up it was dreadfully late and he hadn't any idea where he was or we were. 'I'm very glad you found me.' 'I love you,' I whispered into his hair, at length. {Spoiler}*Cringe*... It was nice at the time, though Even though, upon waking, it reads like bad fanfiction... We may even have held hands later, as well But hey! I was asleep at the time. There was something cool to be explored, and we almost went and explored it -- some kind of tunnel or cave thing -- but then we said, why don't we get Rog and Nick and we can explore it all together? So we went up the hill to get them, and were saying how oh my goodness isn't Roger going to be piping mad* about this, and I promised I wouldn't let Roger chew Rick out too much, if I could help it. ... And then I woke up. Pity though; I'd have liked to see Roger piping mad! Upon reflection, I like to think that this is a much-desired sequel to my earlier 'Where's Rick?' dream, the one that begins this thread. I think that's partly why the reunion was so dramatic, there was more missing than just the amount of time in this dream -- there was all the missing from the previous one as well. Or something. Anyway, I'm glad I found Ricky at long last. *Hmmmm... I mean angry, of course not crazy
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Post by Mad Bugger on Nov 12, 2017 0:08:39 GMT
Very cool, Loony! I'm glad you didn't have to be in that dreaded Costco again, and were instead looking for Rick somewhere tolerable.
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Post by The Lunatic on Feb 22, 2018 2:27:59 GMT
I got to see a reunited Pink Floyd (classic lineup: Gilmour, Mason, Waters, Wright -- this one was probably based upon the Floyd's Live 8 reunion), which, while I don't recall distinctly what was played, I do recall that it was truly ]glorious in every way -- even though, after Roger Waters asked the audience what we wanted them to play, and we (myself loud among them) chanted, 'ECHOES, ECHOES', and he promised they'd play that after a short break... they just sagged off. I told them that that simply meant that they'd have to get back together again and play 'Echoes' this time.
After that I had other very complicated dreamings, in which I heard 'Comfortably Numb' twice and referenced it once.
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